Rio Devore

Lyrics “Old Habits Die Hard” We got tattooed knuckles Tears stained on our face A permanent look that doesn’t erase And hey what about you? We got empty bottles all on display From nights we can hardly remember With a morning that we hate And we got rips in our jeans From drunken fighting, in the streets Boys on the town on a Saturday night And hey what about you? Because around here things just stay the same… Yea around here nothing ever changed We’ll we got mud on our boots And blood in the mud Drinking with the moon and damning the sun And hey where are you? Because in the morning we’ll head out to the creek Sobering up in the river Then start day drinking And we’ll call it freedom Going on telling tall tales Of a future life in a far off land Where we had some money And we just laugh it off and start howling But around here nothing ever changed Yea around here things just stay the same… So we’ll end up at the bar again Two-dollar shots Singing about all the places that we’ve been And hey somehow we lost you Because we got broken hearts Sympathetic songs about girls Cliché lines, were telling the words And they’re all about you But they always rhyme the same Reciting the same story While the ladies say poor baby And then we forget about you And as the bottle breaks in the middle of the street Lack lustful and bittersweet Because we next week will play out the same Because around here nothing ever changed Yea around here things just stay the same… And it goes on and on and on again x2, What about you? And it goes on and on and on again x2, Where are you?

Song dedicated to my Grandmother Lyrics “Lucky & Foolish” Well my father’s best man passed away last week and he had little to say He just sat back in his chair, poured a scotch, combed his hair Then with a sip he said son no one said life was fair If given the chance the world will always choose dare And the angry ones are the last to die So folks like you and I will survive to the bitter end Just to put the ones who loved us but never left to rest The only thing you can do is try and find a place to get lost Maybe that makes us the Lucky ones Or it’s just me being young and selfish So here I am 6000 miles away From anyone who said distances makes the heart grow fonder All in the midst of a doctor pulling darts out of a calendar While He tells my grandma to get her affairs in order Because her other lung is giving out and she soon wont be able to breath Sadly after, my grandfather will shortly follow He’ll break every bottle of jonnie walker black that reminds him of her Saying it’s not fair to lose your only reason to get out of bed in the morning Maybe that makes him the lucky one Or its him being old and selfish Well everyone I know is either expecting or passing away It seems like now a days both receive due dates Ex-loves and girls I knew that became women Are now growing, showing, glowing, and eating for two It’s an odd feeling when a frame can portray what was almost your life But my grandma just laughs like time hasn’t passed and nothings happened She says to me and believes the good lord has a plan for each of us So don’t be worried or scared While looking at the spring flowers with a half hearted smile Like she’ll never see them again Well, Hallelujah (outro)

Lyrics “Last Note” (On The Note) February violets are blossoming While words get muttered as a silent film plays It adds color and details to black and white memories She believes true love only happens in 1950s movies Because they don’t make men now a days like James Dean And I wish I were anywhere but here listening to your absolutes Little details stay like nervous ticks And when you speak French for a new love And then he’ll asks you to translate Just remember that’s me, goddamn that’s me Rivers change tides while voices make peaceful tones A holding inhale is the last thing to let go While she marks a two-year anniversary on a rosary Repeating her praying counting off the beads She says thank god thank god we are ending, that we ended Now ever girl with long dark hair and straight bangs remind me of her Little details stay like nervous ticks And when you curse while you fuck Trying to act sexy or cute That’s me; just remember that was for me She questions her own words along with mine Saying to me, Irelands so far away And if she meant something like I said wouldn’t it be hard not to stay? But your not my Belle because you still see me as a beast So I cut off my layers and you dye yours red Tinted like a hooded cloak or a mermaid Yet, she has her books of places she loves but will go to And I have a one-way ticket So I’m leaving and I wont see you before I go or when I get back I’m not planning on coming back I thought I told you that I’m never coming back

Song dedicated to my Singer Royale DeVore

Lyrics “One More For Royalty” The sun and rain colored flowers in June Rising in the morning to slipped off shoes Little red riding hood is getting lost in the woods Just to find herself, waking up as Cinderella With the perfect fitting glass heal and all And a halo of flowers resting on her head She wasted no time giving herself away The same week I left the states And it’s those raccoon eyes that shifts Aiding to her words that are only meant when spoken And it’s just as cold in Dublin as Seattle But this city doesn’t have a queen, (x3) Like she was the one of Washington There are nicknames written down, folded up in a hat That she gives away as she see’s fit And yes, they get reused Do you really think I am the first wolf she’s met? So it’s a trick or treat A Halloween game she plays Sending me a look or a word in passing Whenever she’s away from her man longer then a day And it’s her rabbit like noise That twitches when she wants to disappear And wind feels the same in Dublin as Seattle But this city doesn’t have a queen, (x3) Like she was the on of Washington Now she’s dressing up as a model Running up and down the hallway Yelling look, look, look, at me She just wants to tell her, she’s pretty But she stays half naked between sheets With a 1980s film philter on the lenses She just wants to be a star If not to the word then to somebody, anyone And it’s her fox like grin that few have seen Since she only shows it before stating a truth And it rains the same in Dublin as Seattle But this city doesn’t have a queen, (x3) Like she was the on of Washington

Lyrics “ West to North to Home” Atlantic coast and tilted sleet Coming down in sheets over Galway bay Like ships that get tossed to the rocks All because some words that a woman sang And I’m watering down the whiskey in my glass with the rain Keeping what little silence there is left at the end of the year But words still come out with every exhaling sip Just mutters to a god I wish I fully believed in That I wish I fully believed in, that I believed in (x6) It’s a double-sided coin that mocks fate Regardless of hand shakes, a trades a trade So it looks like the devil has my soul While different women own pieces of my heart Either way I have very little left to give or hold on to But there’s a girl with long blond hair that worries about me She tells me a mind is a terrible thing to waist on worrying and reflecting on those who left So stop the gears in my head from grinding Because everything happens for a reason And there’s little to be said on which direction a train goes Once the wheels are in motion And I whish I fully believed her, that I believed her (x6) My mother gave me the northern star She put it around my neck, over my heart before I left and said, “ It’s for when you’re lost in the world and in thought…” Because she knows I have a double-sided fickle mind With a mouth of over played lines That loves what I’ve had but misses what’s been lost But the women I’m with says she doesn’t care about the man I am As long as I don’t go back to being the man I was And I wish I fully believed my own words… when I say I promise Yea I promise…

Lyrics "Someone Else's Trouble" Dolled up painted nails and broken banjo chords Secrets or promises told with an open door Tap dancing barefoot under the moon to pray for rain Just trying to tame the thickening air of the Sana Anna winds Oh how you worried so about wild fire coming over the hills So she’d hide away in the bathroom smoking her mother’s cigarettes And I couldn’t help but laugh after walking in as you struggled for a light Just saying, you know those things will kill ya… Memories play like silent films Just movements and shadows with pieces of color Regardless the script hardly matters anymore Because now you’re someone else’s trouble Zipped up jackets with the hood up indoors With a look that says, you never known when it will pour Strumming sad simple broken chords Trying to make sense of my own thoughts and words She says you’ve been here for days but when are you coming home Because I’ve been locked in a room lost in spirits and chemicals And she couldn’t help but shake her head while I laughed out a few tears Pulling a bottle from my hand saying you know this will kill ya… Memories play like a faulty projector Just clipping scenes with a count down ending Regardless the details hardly matter anymore Because now I’m someone else’s troubles Well I moved half way around the sea With a women who asks if I’m having another one In a tone that says its fine just love me the same Promise to be who you are in the morning Because she worries ill get so far lost And that’s something I can’t put her through again Summing up details of my life in six lines Last I heard Jordan’s still singing out her window like a lost massager bird Treating it as a cage and waiting for the sun to rise Oh she was always one for the dramatics Memories get recorded over with different backdrops Just fresh faces and new lines And we don’t know one another anymore But now were both someone else’s trouble Cause were someone else’s trouble Oh you know this life will kill ya…

New single from the album "...And I Called Her Ocean" (2015) Lyrics “Piss and Vinegar” I’ve been out all night again Getting drunk and lost with my friends Whole fifth of a bottle of Johnnie Walker Red And all the yellow lines blur together; the streetlights fade in While I begin to question my immortal sins But my mother always said, a good man knows when to shut the fuck up So you know, I just talk in circles Round and around until hitting the round Just to dare the sunset to play catch up While I try to out run my shadow Cause I got weapons out and I’m ready for a fight Yea, the bottles empty and I’m ready for a fight There’s a girl at home waiting up for me She questions every night when I leave Ask when are you coming home to sleep Cause god damn, it gets so lonely And all I can do is kiss her on the forehead Before whispering it’s probably for the best if you try to get some rest But she knows, I’ll be out passed last call Round after round until legs give out Just to dare the sun to wake up (someone to keep up) While I try to keep my shit together Because I got my weapons out and I’m ready for a fight Yeah, the bottles all empty and I’m looking for fight So it’s a 3 o’clock flask jacket pocket walk home Kicking dirt lost on Olive Avenue While the witches play for their one hour a day I stay one-foot step ahead of the devils whistle And he clicks the heel of his boots on broken rocks Following closely all the way to front porch light my girl left on for me But he knows, ill be back out the next night Selling what’s left of my soul over a microphone Just to play a game of truth and dare with strangers While I try to keep my shit together Because I got my weapons out and I’m looking for a fight Yea, the bottles all empty and I’m fighting with myself

From the album, "...And I Called Her Ocean" (2015) Lyrics “10 Year Anniversary” Lifelines over lapping time zones on a map Coloring in black and white dreams in the morning With a paint brush and steam from the kettle Just shades of sunlight and green mint tea And I’ve been looking at connecting definitions in my palm Like they are outlines of constellations But there’s a scar or dying star from where tinsel town burnt down Or was that when Natasha tried to find herself at the lost and found Well I’ve never loved her more then on a bathroom floor And when she stole her mother’s car to see what LA was about But we were just 16 with hair in our faces As I believed any words a woman sang Spring brought umbrellas made out of leaves While habits acted out like the winds in the desert of California Oh how she cursed at me in the back seat Descending the 10 freeway on my birthday As I called her out by singing her name Asking if she remembers all those empty promises Or spinning a globe like the world should be blessed to see us Because it was a simpler time with February rain And she never loved me more then outside that front door Playing the Cure on her front porches at 2 in the morning But we were just 15 spinning a globe Believing we’d go to any country or state my fingers rested on Well she sent me a message the other day Filled with drawn out pauses Like one of us, well, we should have more to say But if it was not for a ghost that comes to life every years in the summer time And a twist of fait, my name would have never crossed her mind Now I’d be lying by saying I don’t miss her from time to time Those big city lights in her eyes but that was us at 17 When I played the drunken French man who’d invaded Russia in winter Claiming it all in the name of love or my darling Josephine Since then those lights have faded, since then they’ve turned to silver like her hair And we aren’t the same people we use to be Drinking whiskey by moon light, cheersing to the sun Saying that one-day we both will be someone Believing those words like we were going to die young Well hey Natasha how are the lights of Los Angeles treating ya

Lyrics “Lost In Transition” Leaving With Extra Baggages Packing up my things and heading out east To a land where nobody knows me And my mother keeps saying how she worries But that’s just getting hard to believe Because as time comes close she shakes her head With a look that says she’ll never see me again And I wish I had the right words to say But all that came out were ‘no promises’ So I dug a grave before leaving home Burying a piece of myself that made me feel whole And I’m just looking for a reason to return To a place I swore I’d never go In the mix between suitcases and six string I came across a lost recording of drunken San Diego Needless to say it’s full of laughs But my name got bad mouthed in the end And there are a few words from my ex love Over lapping with The Cure ringing on my phone Since she always yelled at me about my drinking And someone’s eyes were more blue then hers So I stayed like a good boy as I was told As she talked about how jail is like home And we can’t listen to the freedom of the wind Because where would you go if you left me She said where would you go if you left me So it’s a plane over seas and a woman by me Who doesn’t mind my drinking She just keeps telling me, Think before taking action Because I lie, I get lost between the whiskey and my thoughts And message a woman I use to know Since she would always be there waiting Until I told her she could go So I cut the line and fed the boat to sea Heard her last cry of damning and cursing And yes it hurt her more then me But she’d never let me leave Orange County